I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"All units, return to your country's territory within five minutes. War is forbidden from breaking out!"

"I repeat, stop the war and evacuate this area within five minutes, return to your own country!"

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The fighter jet squadrons of Morego and Laidingburg received this broadcast on the public frequency simultaneously.

"They want us to stop? Why? They're going through, and we've already let them, so why interfere with our operations?" Slazer didn't understand why these people loved to meddle so much.

"Tell them that we have temporarily halted our battle and have shown them the respect they deserve. We hope they will also respect us and not intervene in the affairs between our two countries!" Slazer said to his subordinates.

A fighter pilot relayed Slazer's words to the spokesperson of that squadron, but the response they received was something no one had anticipated.

"This is the final warning, this is not a negotiation, this is an order! If your forces decide to take unilateral action, our aircraft carrier group will immediately issue orders to launch a military strike against both fighter jet squadrons!"

Hearing this response, Slazer's back was suddenly drenched with sweat.

Not to mention the vast disparity in military strength, their fighter jets were so far behind in performance it was unquantifiable.

Whether it's the "Rafale" or the "Typhoon," both are known as the top three fighter jets of Europe, and they absolutely represent the ceiling of the European Air Force's combat capability, two generations ahead of theirs!

Just two of these fighters could potentially annihilate their entire squadron! Coupled with the opponent's advanced AWACS, the intelligence of the aircraft carriers, and a numerical disparity of 100 times, just one encounter would likely leave their jets unable to even find complete fragments. This disparity could not be simply described.

In one word, they were going to be beaten with no discussion!

"Ask them clearly, why they are interfering with our military operations. We need an explanation, otherwise, we're all going to be standing before a military tribunal!"

"They say it's an order from their Carreras family!" the pilot relayed, "Their master's plane just happened to pass through this corridor, and they are all here to escort it. Moreover, their master mentioned disliking war, and that's the reason they've given."

"The Carreras family?" The pilot didn't know what to make of the Carreras family.

Just like Hong Yi's Hong Family in Huaxia, they kept such a low profile it was unbelievable, but their influence was absolutely capable of deterring a whole continent!

And Slazer knew the name of this family. In Europe, it was definitely a family no one wanted to mess with!

Perhaps some had heard of families like the Rothschilds or the Morgans, who were quite famous in Huaxia, as they were said to control a vast amount of European wealth, and some countries wouldn't dare to provoke these families.

But only a few knew that these families were merely fostered by the Carreras family. For them, creating such a family was a piece of cake, and to destroy it was just a matter of giving the order, right?

And now, this family had a master? Their master had come to Europe? If this was the case, does it mean that both the colossal aircraft carrier group and the fighter jet squadrons were all dispatched for this so-called "master"?

"A master?" Slazer was deep in thought. What did this "master" mean? Was it a person, or an organization? But what kind of existence could make the vast Carreras family bow down? He had reached the limits of his knowledge!

"You now have two minutes left!" the officer continued.

"Commander! Only two minutes left, shall we retreat or fight?"

"Fight? Two hundred 'Typhoon'-class fighters, and you want to take them on with what? With your head? Even our state's old clunkers aren't worth a missile from them. Let's not lose face, return to base immediately!"

"Yes, heading back immediately!" The fighter pilot couldn't help but give a wry smile, but there was nothing he could do. Slazer was absolutely telling the truth; for them to stay here would be like eggs striking a stone — sheer suicide!

The several dozen fighter jets immediately scattered like chicks fleeing from their mother hen. They didn't dare stay in this place for even a minute longer!

"Mr. Zhang, the two squadrons have been chased away by us. We can proceed now. According to the orders from above, we will continue to leave a part of our fighter jets to protect you all the way to your private airport next to Frankfurt Kingdom International Airport."

"Alright, thank you for your efforts!" Zhang Menglong replied and then shut off the communications channel.

He glanced outside the window. Most of the fighter jets had left to return to base, leaving a dozen or so still forming a protective circle around them. Though not many, they were definitely a formidable deterrent! Discover hidden content at My Virtual Library Empire

"What did you just say to them?" Wang Ling asked curiously, "Why did they all leave?"

"Of course they left because there's no more trouble. You think they would follow us to Frankfurt to have dinner?" Zhang Menglong explained, "The fight just now was between Morrigo and Leidenburg, and I've already driven them away!"

"Driven them away? Weren't they scared away and retreated temporarily?"

"That was the initial case, but since people were already here, I had to mediate, right? I told them if they continued to fight, I would knock all their little crappy jets out of the sky!"

"This kind of mediation... I'm impressed!" Faced with a formation comprised of hundreds of fighter jets, such a threat would indeed be enough to terrify them. If they dared to continue fighting after that, it wouldn't just mean they were stubborn—it would mean their commander's head had surely been caught in a door!

After a moment of panic, everyone except for Zhang Menglong felt somewhat exhausted. Fortunately, the plane was spacious and comfortable enough, and as everyone dozed off, time flew by and the plane touched down at Zhang Menglong's private airport before they knew it.

The airport was not particularly large, and it didn't house many planes—only four or five, as neither Zhang Menglong nor his father visited Frankfurt often, so it wasn't necessary to waste money maintaining the airport and planes.

"For the upcoming days, you all can go have fun," Zhang Menglong said to the captain and the flight attendants, "You must have had quite a scare this trip. Let's double the flight mission bonus. I'll have Hong Yi arrange it later."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Upon hearing about the doubled bonus, all the beautiful flight attendants showed faces full of surprise.

"Old Zhang, I got a fright too!" Wang Ling said shamelessly.

"Then go and work on your courage! A grown man, scared like a woman—you won't be brought along next time if there's something this exciting!"

Zhang Menglong led Wang Ling and the others towards the exit. He had been told by Haigen that he had arranged for his son to wait at the airport.

Indeed, as soon as they exited the airport, Zhang Menglong saw a line of identical black Bentleys and a middle-aged man emitting an aura of authority standing respectfully. Behind him were more than a dozen men in black suits. Had one not known any better, they might have mistaken the scene for a gathering awaiting a mob boss.

The moment the middle-aged man saw Zhang Menglong, he showed a look of immense excitement.

"You must be Mr. Scorolo?" Zhang Menglong said.

"Whoosh!" Scorolo didn't speak. He made a gesture, and astonishingly, he and the dozen men in black all knelt on one knee. This spectacle took Zhang Menglong by surprise.

"Old Zhang, who... who are they?"

"Just some external support I found. He's the son of a friend of mine."

"Your friend's son?" Wang Ling frowned, "Are you sure that's your friend? His son is twenty years older than us, isn't he? Why do I feel like they're all your slaves?"